Late March (Edward Hirsch Poems)
Saturday morning in late March.I was alone and took a long walk,though I also carried a bookof the Alone, which ...
Saturday morning in late March.I was alone and took a long walk,though I also carried a bookof the Alone, which ...
Fall, falling, fallen. That's the way the seasonChanges its tense in the long-haired maplesThat dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped ...
Twelve years old and lovesick, bumblingand terrified for the first time in my life,but strangely hopeful, too, and stunned,definitely stunned-I ...
I walked down to the sea in the early morningafter a long insomniac night.I climbed over the giant gull-colored rocksand ...
Today I am pulling on a green wool sweaterand walking across the park in a dusky snowfall.The trees stand like ...
I am so small walking on the beachat night under the widening sky.The wet sand quickens beneath my feetand the ...
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